So, sorry for the wait. I became completely and utterly swamped with school work and such and writing kinda slipped down on the list of things to do. I am sorry, I'm in a bit of a slump lately but I will pick it up as soon as I can. Sorry, Sorry, Sorry. Anyways, onto the chapter. Warnings for smut, language, OMG moment x 3 and a ending that will make you hate me. There's also some subtle hints about future story lines in the mix so keep a look out.

Also say hello to my OC, Elena Johnson. In my head, she looks like Astrid Berges-Frisbey (Picture on my tumblr blog) who most people will know as Syrena from the fourth Pirates of The Carribean. She's one of a few OCs in my head at the moment and I hope you guys enjoy her and what she has to bring to the plot.

Reviews make me write faster! Thanks in advance!

Rachel didn't know how she got here, she can't remember anything right now, she wasn't even sure on her name right now. She knew only Jesse and what he was doing to her, which was driving her crazy. She tangles her hands even further into his curls and clutches them tightly, hoping that she wasn't making it uncomfortable for him with her tugging his precious locks. She lulls her hand further back on the surface propping her body up, letting her elbow slip down from where they had propped her up. This was crazy, crazy and stupid, crazy and stupid and wrong. Very wrong. Jesse's lips were magic as her skin though, and she couldn't deny that the pleasure of the act far outweighed the risks and idiocy of the act.

"Sometimes..." Rachel's sentence was cut off by Jesse's finger brush her clit, she pauses in her words to gasp. "S-Sometimes I think you must have some sort of exhibitionism fetish..." She trails off, moving her hands through his hair and shuddering at the feel of his tongue against her sacred spot that only he'd been privy to. But never before in this way, never in such a carnal and explicit way before. The breath expelled from Jesse's laugh against her folds makes her squirm and roll her hips, the frustration was near to killing her. "Jesse..." She whines.

He takes the hint and a finger slowly enters her, she gasps and forces herself to keep the decibel level down. Thin walls and all. The feeling of his finger thrusting in and our of her, plus the feel of his lips peppering her hips and pelvis softly with kisses, occasionally nipping the skin and leaving red little marks of possession against her hipbone, it makes her breath shallow and jagged. His lips travel up her body, pushing the fabric of her button up dress further aside to reach more of her flesh. Rachel's head smacks back against the surface her body is limp across and her eyes fall close as she focuses on the feeling of his lips and fingers. And keeping quiet, above all things, she was to keep completely quiet. She wanted to scream his name and moan but, no, it was forbidden. So all the more exciting.

"It's not exhibitionism, if nobody sees." He murmurs against the hollow of her throat before sucking a couple centimetres of skin into his mouth and she fights back a moan that bubbles on her tongue. "But I bet that it excites you..." He adds, adding a second finger slowly. Rachel bolts upright, pushing against Jesse's chest to make him follow her lead. She clutches his shirt in his hands as he pays attention to her neck and throat. "The idea of someone seeing you like this...completely mine." He mutters against her skin. Rachel was a feminist, and even she found Jesse's possessiveness to be sexy. It turned her on in a way it shouldn't. She groans quietly at his words before cupping his cheeks in her hands and prying him from her throat and kissing him roughly.

"Come for me, Rach." Jesse murmurs quietly in a soft command, against their joined lips. His thrusting is becoming slower and Rachel's toes curl. Jesse's free hand palms her breasts and she moans against his lips. "Shush..." He reminds her with a smirk in his voice. Rachel bites his lips in retaliation, reminding him that staying quiet was not the easiest thing when he was involved. His response is to brush his thumb in lazy circles around her clit, making her shudder and the air leaves her chest instantly. "Come for me, Rachel." He whispers once more.

This time, she follows his order and bites her lips to stop herself from moaning his name as he draws her orgasm from her, kissing her cheeks and nose softly as he does, with the occasional nip against her upper jaw. She lets out one solitary moan and breathes deeply once the waves of her orgasm have subsided, clutching both of Jesse's shoulder for support, for fear she was crumple like a paper doll if she let go. Jesse slowly pulls his fingers from her and absentmindedly pops them into his mouth as if it was the most normal thing in the world, licking her juices from his skin. She watches on, astonished by this act, still slightly weak and shaky from her climax so she doesn't comment. He smirks at her facial expression and pecks her nose softly.

"So, this'll be a story to tell your grandchildren." He chuckles against the tip of her nose.

"What? How I let my music teacher finger me on his desk?" She asks with a smirk, tapping the wood that she was perched on. Jesse smirks and chuckles. "I'd rather not..." She trails off, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips softly.

"Of course not, that sounds so crass and unromantic!" He replies in shock against her lips, moving his hands to slowly button her dress. It's a weird feeling being dressed by Jesse but she's glad to have her clothes back on. After all, as it had been for the last twenty minutes, anyone could have walked in on Jesse going down on her briefly, followed by getting her off. She giggles against his lips at the thought and he pulls away to give her a expression that communicated how strange she was, before pecking the top of her head. "Come on, you, time to go weird out Sebastian. I'll meet you at the apartment?" He asks her softly. She nods, enthused and kisses him back gently, no urgency in this kiss, just love.

Rachel smiles as she hears the TV blaring from inside the apartment, she assumes that Jesse is home already and another point goes to him. They had been keeping tally on the first to the apartment, as Jesse would drive his car to the garage and Rachel would take a bus. Rachel taps lightly on the door and waits for Jesse to open up. She needs a shower from the sweat and...other bodily fluids from her and Jesse's excursion on the desk. Her cheeks become flame red when she thinks about it, knowing that she'll probably never get through another music lesson without wanting to jump Jesse. Maybe that was his intention all along, she thinks to himself. A couple moments pass and Rachel knocks again. "Jesse...?" She calls lightly.

The door snaps open.

"Guess again, short fry." Sebastian's voice comes from the open door way and Rachel stares, bewildered and shakes her head. He chuckles at this reaction and moves to flick the TV on mute from its blaring some car show. "You don't look happy to see me, Rachel. Don't worry, I'm here to talk to Jesse about some post graduation soiree thing for our college class. I assume he hasn't told you about it because, well he can't exactly take you as a date can he, Baby Jane?" He asks, gesturing for Rachel to come inside and sits back down on the couch. Rachel rolls her eyes and goes to get a bottle of water from the fridge, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip of the water as Sebastian continues to natter on, adding three names to his 'Names I Call Rachel Because She Is Seven Years Younger Than Me' list. "Why do you smell of sex?" He quickly interjects when she walks back into the room.

"What? That's not an appropriate question, Sebastian. Especially to someone you call 'Baby Jane' or 'Pacifier'. I get it, I'm young!" Rachel snaps, sitting in the armchair and watching the audio-less TV screen as Sebastian stares at her. The look says 'I know what you did' and she shrinks under the gaze.

"It is. You smell like Jesse just got you off. Which I know isn't possible because you weren't in his bedroom..." He trails off. Rachel knows that Jesse had informed Sebastian that all of their sexual escapades took place in Jesse's room. "Baby Rachel, did you just have sex at the school?" He asks in a 'bad cop' tone. Rachel's cheeks flame red and she ducks her head.

"It wasn't exactly sex..."

"Unbelievable. And I thought I was the lying dick." Sebastian murmurs to cut her off, Rachel looks up to see Sebastian taking a long drag on the beer bottle that had been on the coffee table. Rachel doesn't really know how to respond. "Jesse must really be head over heels if he's willing to risk his job to get you off. Damn, you're a vixen if you're not even giving him any. Well played, Pigtails." He mutters darkly. Rachel's eyes narrow slightly.

"Well played, what?" She asks him, confused and curious at what Sebastian was insinuating through his words.

"Come on, Sippy Cup, you know as well as I do, that apart from the sex, you get a few more rewards from this little illegal tryst you have going with my friend." He comments in a snap. "My guess is that you really wanna get into an ivy league college, or a music scholarship and it would be super duper if your music teacher was so smitten he couldn't help but dot A pluses and stars over his recommendation letters to Julliard or whatever." He adds before swallowing the rest of the beer and getting up to retrieve another to chase it. Rachel's mouth drops open in disgust.

"Listen here, Hairgel-" Her speech is short lived and cut off by the sound of the door knocking. The two of them turn to the source of the sound and Rachel goes to answer it, assuming it's Jesse come perfectly timed to pull the squabbling two apart. The door doesn't reveal her boyfriend, but a tall, spindly young woman, about Sebastian and Jesse's age and obviously frazzled. Her features are petite yet elongated to make her look elegant and enigmatic with allure, her eyes were kind and soft even though they had accents of worry in the irises. She strides into the apartment and stops when she spots Sebastian.

"Elena?" Sebastian asks, confused. He grips the beer bottle. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

"Elena...?" Rachel asks herself, looking from the girl, who's look shows impatience and shock at seeing the brown hair gelled meerkat of a man in Jesse's apartment. She remembers the name from somewhere but it hasn't quite hit her yet. Suddenly the girl's face pops from a photo she's seen on Jesse's phone once. "Oh, Sebastian's ex-girlfriend? The one he warbles about when he's drunk? He talks about how heartbroken he was by you leaving him all the time. He's just the broken shell of a man, who finds solace in teasing people and vodka." She asks, giving a smug smirk in Sebastian's direction when she reveals his insecurity at her leaving. If looks could kill, Rachel would be dead and buried in the woods somewhere.

"Yes, that's me. You must be Rachel." The impatient brunette girl extends her hand out to Rachel, who shakes it. It's her time to be shocked at her recognition of Rachel and starts to worry about what she's doing here. "Jesse told me about you. Gosh, if you don't mind me saying, you're really pretty. He knows how to pick 'em." A light brooklyn accent was shining through her words and Rachel smiles and nods at her words. Sebastian snorts at Elena's judgement of Jesse's choice of girlfriend. "Shut up, Sebastian, I know he's her teacher and I support them anyways." Elena looks at Rachel. "He never could lie to me about relationships. He's like my brother. He told me about you a couple weeks back, he gushes about you all the time. It's adorable."

"What are you even doing here, Elena?" Sebastian mutters darkly between sips of beer, obviously intimidated by the raised levels of estrogen and women who hate him in the room. "I thought you were too busy hanging out with the infernal Maya and your new boyfriend." He sneers.

"I don't have time for your sneering and jealous ways, Sebastian. I came to collect Rachel and take her to the hospital. I suppose I'll have to take you too, Jesse has always been fond of you for some unknown reason." Elena interjects with a bored sigh, rolling her eyes before turning to Rachel. Rachel furrows her brow at this news and licks her suddenly dry lips. "Oh, sorry I forget context is needed sometimes." She adds, taking Rachel to the couch and settling her down. "This is going to be hard to hear, believe me it's hard to say. Jesse was just in an accident on the way home from the school..." She explains.

Rachel's jaw drops in shock at this admission and her hands clap softly over her mouth, Elena takes one of the hands and sighs heavily. Sebastian is standing, gawking with his beer bottle strangled by his palm. The whole room is quiet and Rachel feels all previous bitching tension between her and the man standing behind the couch disapparate into thin air, joined temporarily by the shock. "Is it bad?" She whispers shakily, thousands of images are flickering through her mind and she tightens the line of her lip to stop her chin quivering.

"Unknown right now, but the doctors called me. I'm listed as emergency contact and I thought I'd come get you. You'll have to pretend to be my cousin or sister or something but I think we can get away with it." Elena explains, standing up with her hand still in Rachel's. Rachel nods shakily at the instructions and stands with the brunette haired girl. "Sebastian, we'll just say you're his friend. Even though you're a douche." Sebastian's eyes narrow and he gulps back the last of the beer at the prospect of a car journey with his ex girlfriend and his best friend's girlfriend.

"This is going to be fun. Watching Sebastian squirm." Rachel comments. "But we really should get to the hospital."

A couple minutes later, the trio stride into the hospital and start to the front desk, the nurse sees them coming. The three step in time, Elena's heels clicking, Rachel's mary janes padding and Sebastian's dress shoes with no socks squeaking against the plastic floor. Elena is first to the desk and puts both hands lightly on the surface of the wood to inquire as to her friend's whereabouts and condition. Rachel bites her thumb nail incessantly with worry as to how her boyfriend is. Sebastian rubs his temple as the nurse tells Elena Jesse's room number and that he was stable but not conscious.

With the release of the information, all three of them start rushing up to the lift, having to get up three floors to Jesse's ward. Elena taps her foot against the floor of the elevator and Sebastian sighs heavily, the tension between the ex lovers evidently in the air. Rachel wraps her arms around herself and tries not to think the worse of the situation. It probably was nothing, Rachel. Stop worrying, Rachel. Stop acting like a love sick, worried sick girlfriend, Rachel. Here was they really sold the lie that they were not in a relationship to the world. In a public place, where one of them was in mortal peril, could they act like they didn't love each other when all she wanted to do was cry and hug Jesse tightly?

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Rachel." Elena senses the worriment as the elevator clunks into its slot on the designated floor. "Jesse is a strong guy. Trust me, you'll be playing tonsil tennis on the couch by the end of the week." She explains as the doors slide open to reveal a figure.

"Rachel?" came a surprised female voice. Rachel's eyes widen when she sees the person before her and bites her lip.